I have had the worst couple mornings at work. Stress until my chest burns. That can’t be good. This morning I nearly signed up for the Daily Om. I went to the site and tried to calm down. I appreciate the spirit of the place, but don’t think I could take it on a daily basis. Then I took half a Xanax. laugh.

To balance things out, I had some good news poetry wise over the past days. First, my poem “Vestment” (on the morning of my ruin) was accepted at Blood Orange.

Then “Infirmary” (the glass holding rose water is tinged pink) was accepted for In Posse’s “Poetry and the Body” issue.

Then Caffeine Destiny took “Feng Shui” (when the bridge between east and evening/lies down to die). Turned out it was accepted in November, but I never got word. When I wrote to withdraw a poem and ask after the others, the editor, Susan Denning, wrote back saying she’d sent an email months ago. And all this time & I didn’t know how lucky I was. I will think of this when I am ready to jump out the window.

I also got a rejection from upstreet, but oh well.

Tonight I attend a talk at my daughter’s school on the “second foreign language.” In the fifth grade, everyone has to learn English (“1st foreign language”). Next year they start another – either Latin or French. I would rather Luisa took French, but she and her father want Latin. So it looks like I will soon be learning Latin.